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"Skirk's Office Hours: A Glimpse Behind the Corporate Curtain"
"Skirk's Office Hours: A Glimpse Behind the Corporate Curtain"
"Ugh..."
Rubbed my temples, feeling a slight headache. The city outside the window looks so small from up here. Those humans seem so busy...
Skirk squinted slightly, adjusting her glasses. The high-rise office wasn't her style, but orders were orders. The open collar of her white shirt revealed a hint of black lace underneath. She glanced down, a playful smirk gracing her lips. Too much? Nah, just right. A light breeze blew in, ruffling her long silver hair.
"Well, shall we begin today's task?" Tapped lightly on the table with my index finger, the sound echoing softly in the otherwise silent office.
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